A/N: This story is not showing up on my page that lists all my stories and my bio, etc, but hopefully when I update it, it will show up. Unfortunately, I can't respond to the few reviews (lol) because I can't read them because the story won't show up. Phew. Onward; I know Hogwarts doesn't have, like casual dances or anything. But for the purposes of this story, they do.

Disclaimer: Shakespeare owns Romeo and Juliet, Harry Potter is owned by J.K. Rowling.

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Ginny is getting ready for a dance the school is having that evening when Hermione enters the room and plops happily down onto Ginny's bed.

Hermione: Ready yet?

Ginny: No, I'm still not sure what to wear. It doesn't start for another half hour though, doesn't it?

Hermione (lying down on the bed): I know but I'm so excited. Hey, guess what I just heard from Lavender?

Ginny (from next to her dresser): Oh please, don't tell me you're taking part in their gossip.

Hermione: Well, they were talking about you, so I was a bit curious.

Now she's grasped Ginny's attention.

Ginny (a sly grin playing on her face): What were they saying?

Hermione: Well, apparently Dean has taken somewhat of a fancy to you.

Ginny (dumbfounded): Dean? Are you serious?

Hermione nods proudly.

Ginny (laughs): That's so weird. I would have never thought... Dean? This is crazy...

Hermione laughs with her friend as they continue to get ready for the dance.

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Meanwhile, in the Slytherin common room, Crabbe and Goyle have come across a sullen Draco who refuses to go to the party. This upsets them greatly, and, attempting to follow Snape's requests, they want him to join them for a fun evening.

Crabbe: Come on, Draco. Please come with us! You're always acting all depressed and lonely. Just this one night, this one dance, that's all we ask of you.

Draco doesn't respond. He stares into the fire, the flames dancing about in his glittering steel eyes.

The two sigh and throw their hands up in defeat. They've been trying to persuade him for ten whole minutes without any form of success. Draco glances up and sees their unhappy defeated faces. He finds a twinge of guilt in his heart and decides that he could put a hold on his depression for a few hours and do this for his friends. Stupid and oblivious as they may be, they were still his friends.

Draco (sighing): Fine, I'll go with you. But if this party lasts more than a few hours, I'm leaving.

Crabbe: Oh, thank you!

A few minutes later, the three make their way upstairs to the dance, which happens to be Halloween themed. Crabbe and Goyle are dressed rather embarrassingly as Vikings, while Draco is dressed as a very attractive knight (A/N: :( I couldn't think of anything else). As Draco makes his way to the snack table, Crabbe and Goyle stay behind to joke about Draco's love for Pansy when they catch a glimpse of her dressed as a rather scantily clad devil.

Crabbe: I can't believe he actually has feelings for this girl. I mean, if he just wanted a good shag he wouldn't be this upset over it.

Goyle: I know. He's normally so... Wild with girls, but this one stupid thing has got him so upset.

Crabbe (rolling his eyes): Look at her. She's not even that pretty. So she's got a cute butt and a nice rack.

Goyle: And a pretty face and nice body, but other than that she's hideous. She's not even funny or anything.

Crabbe: A total airhead. But even she won't lay him. Shows you how great he is in bed.

The two begin to laugh hysterically, not noticing that Draco is eying a slender, flaming-haired masked princess on the other side of the large room. Draco watches as the girl is asked to dance by Dean Thomas, a Gryffindor, and she shyly accepts.

Draco (thinking): This girl must be a Gryffindor, otherwise Dean wouldn't have asked her to dance. Why do I always have to be fixated on the beautiful women I can't have?!!?!??!

He pulls his mask down over his face unhappily and sulks in a corner. When he gets up a few minutes later to get a drink, he bumps into someone- his peripheral vision isn't too hot with the mask on.

Draco (turning quickly to apologize to the person): Sorry.

He notices the girl as the flaming-haired princess.

Ginny: Oh, that's okay.

She smiles shyly at him and he mentally remarks on her beauty. She giggles softly before disappearing into the crowd, and he follows her silently. She is, as he expected, a Gryffindor student and he follows her up to the common room.

Draco: Toothy pumpkins.

He speaks to a portrait of a large woman who then swings open to let him enter the Gryffindor common room as he had seen her do just moments before. He creeps inside and hides behind a statue as she gazes into the fire, blazing brightly in the center of the empty room, much as he had done almost an hour earlier.

Ginny (talking to herself): Is it a law that I can only fall in love with someone who I can't have?

Draco (thinking): She sounds just like me.

Ginny (still to herself): Every man I ever even glance at and feel a bit of attraction towards always ends up being someone I can never have. Why, Draco, why do you have to be in Slytherin? Why?

Draco (thinking): Should I make my grand entrance now?

Ginny (to herself yet again): Even without his cursed house he'd be the same beautiful person he is, and I could be with him. A freaking Whomping Willow with any other name would still be a giant, abusive tree! So why does he have to have this name which does nothing but push him away from me? Why can't Draco be a Gryffindor, or why can't we all just put away our petty differences and let whomever be with whomever? Why does this have to be so difficult?

Draco finally decides that this is the moment where he can finally reveal himself, and he steps out from behind the statue.

Draco: Because that's the way love is.

Ginny gasps, and throws her hand over her mouth as she sees him, leaping up.

Ginny (trying to hide her embarrassment): You can't be here! If someone comes in they'll have your head within seconds. You must leave!

Draco: It's okay, no one will come in. They're all at that god-forsaken dance.

Ginny (her cheeks matching her hair): Did you hear everything I said?

Draco (smiling slightly): Yes.

Ginny (sitting back down and putting her head in her hands): That's so embarrassing.

Draco: Is it if I tell you I feel the same way? That we should all just abandon our beliefs and houses and let love be?

Her face remains in her hands though she's slightly stunned at Draco's poetic manner of speaking. She looks up just a bit so she can see his face slightly. She notices that he has sat down at a chair very close to her. When she lifts her head slowly up out of her hands, he seizes the opportunity as one to kiss her. When they part she kisses him again, this time more passionately, and their lips don't part again for another few minutes.

Ginny: You'd better go. Someone's bound to come upstairs looking for me.

Draco nods.

Draco: Meet me in the Room of Requirement tomorrow at 8:00.

Ginny nods this time before kissing him one more time as he climbs back through the portrait hole. She sighs. If only this relationship could work.

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A/N: This time I guess I made Draco and Ginny talk slightly "properly" or poetically or something. Gah I don't know what I'm saying. Just review please.